Eternal promises to be fulfilled
And too many dead to wait
On a fertile land, hands are waiting to plant
But the fists are closed and bitter
From the owners of the third world
They will lose too much blood to forgive
Silly and murderous mentality
In the slums of the third world
Dead, suicides , massacres combined is what we see
Mineral, violence, speculation
Material goods to love
Prà High levels that will show how big the fall will be
But the murderous order and progress
Of the educated of the third world
Are too blind to notice
But the hate and hunger
Of the homeless in the third world
Justice for chaos we can see
Freedom, peace, strength § and heart life, love
Liberation an uncontained desire
In the heads of the third world
All this will come if we can realize
That loving, living, singing, will not be in vain